Текст песни pooltworo - Горе от Ума 2 раунд ёба

Rap runs through the veins of the bodies of cubic
Abstract - brain, blood vessels burst inside
Pencils, not to draw the inner world
But if so sue, I turned it, and instead of the tube
Do not rely on, smoldering smoke filled lungs
Hap does not give fruit hapni, to help a glass of water
On the glasses steamed, is summarized
Fuck can I say, it's magic, District sculptor
Pen draws a smiley or plays on the edges of young
This is a 3D position of life fell Chamber Clinic
Not a house, dripping drops on window sills
Minds and eyes covered with a shroud of blue
Love was, but partly as doves fly away
Pernicious was loved, but evil could not see because of the fucking lenses

You do podvezёsh well sit
I do not know the way, ed and squeezed his eyes shut
Crash and broken glass around
Cosmos took his body will not return

You can fuck Woe from Wit
If one head fog
And glad to get out of there,
But I was crushed cube, rather than the square